"Use his way to give to him."

Ye Nanfeng looked at Mu Daoren and murmured.

"What's the meaning?"

Zhao Zhijie touched his buzz cut and looked confused.

"The power of the blood spell is mysterious and unpredictable. It can kill people invisibly and make people unable to defend themselves, but it has huge disadvantages: backlash."

Seeing that Zhao Zhijie seemed to understand but not understand, Ye Nanfeng continued to explain, "As long as the caster's cultivation is not enough, once the blood curse is cracked, the person will be backfired, and there will be more than ten times the backfire."

"Now that I have cracked the blood curse of Mu Dao Ren, he was backfired by his own blood curse, and it was more than ten times the backfire."

The Mu Taoist diagonally opposite was closing his eyes to rest. If he rolled up his sleeves now, he would definitely see a thick black line hiding in his wrist.

And it grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, extending toward the arm and creeping longer.

When the black lines reach the heart vein, it is the time for Mu Dao Ren to die. No matter how high his cultivation level is, he will explode and die, and he will be unable to turn the world back.

After hearing this, Zhao Zhijie finally realized it and clapped his hands and said, "With the way he did, he would give him the same body! No! He would return it ten times more! It's amazing! It's really amazing!"

Ye Nanfeng smiled and said with a final conclusion, "Ten times the power, ten times the speed. He said I was seven days, so he only had tonight! If he found out that it was too late, he would explode and die after tonight."

Zhao Zhijie looked awe-faced and thoughtful.

From the moment Ye Nanfeng shook hands with Mu Taoist Man, he had already noticed that Mu Taoist Man had used a curse and soon thought of a way to crack it.

So after Taoist Mu looked at Ye Nanfeng, Ye Nanfeng could look at him in reverse.

It's really a great move! Zhao Zhijie admired Ye Nanfeng in his heart.

Soon, the auction began.

A tall woman with a beautiful face and wearing a cheongsam walked up to the auction table and started a boring opening remark.

The woman's voice was pleasant and sexy. Even if the opening remarks were not very good, the audience was silent for a moment, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on her.

"Brother Feng, this is the host of the auction."

Taking advantage of this time, Zhao Zhijie briefly introduced the auction to Ye Nanfeng, "This auction has a wide variety of auctions, but there are real and fakes. The distinction between real and fake depends entirely on personal eyes. After the auction, you must not cause trouble here."

After a pause, Zhao Zhijie patted his chest and promised, "Brother Feng, what will you like to see later? Just say that no matter whether it is true or false, I will do my best to help you win."

As his number one young man in Chengjiang, he can beat him no more than five of them on the court.

If he spends a lot of money to show goodwill to Ye Nanfeng and can compete with him for financial resources, there will be only three people.

Ye Nanfeng nodded slightly.

After the host introduced and talked a lot, the auction process officially began.

The first auction item is an ancient bronze tripod with three-legged tripod, the size of a palm, rusty all over the body, and a little damaged, looking extremely low in appearance.

When people look at it, they feel that it is a piece of junk with extremely low value.

"Everyone, this antique has a long history. The starting price is one million, and the price increase must not be less than one hundred thousand."

After the beautiful host finished speaking, the venue was quiet.

Many people glanced at the bronze ancient tripod and looked away without any interest.

Although everyone is a wealthy family and has an unimaginable amount of money, they are unwilling to spend this money in vain if they spend one million to buy garbage.

If you throw this million to a young model, you can make her kneel down and sing and conquer it. This is so fragrant.

It took half a minute to make a quote.

"One million, one hundred thousand."

Suddenly, everyone looked at the sound source curiously.

I saw a young man with an ordinary appearance and a casual outfit.

It was Ye Nanfeng.

"It turns out that he is a poor man. No wonder he can quote! He must have wanted to bet and try his luck to see if he can meet good goods and resell them to make a fortune!"

"I'm so embarrassed to be a spittoon!"

"Only people who have no money, no taste, and no appreciation are attracted to this thing! I can tell at a glance that this thing is fake! The fakes of street stall goods are a hundred times better than this!"

Everyone showed contemptuous eyes and whispered in a low voice.

Xu Huai was so happy when he saw that it was Ye Nanfeng's offer. He hugged his stomach and laughed, secretly mocking, "Doctor Ye, you have such a good vision! Do you want this kind of garbage too?

You really want to laugh at me!"

Tang Fengyun also showed sarcastic expressions, gave a thumbs up, and sneered, "Doctor Ye, you are indeed proud! You spent 1.1 million to buy a small spittoon, which was a waste of money! It was a fortune!"

Little spittoon! Suddenly, the audience burst into laughter! Zhao Zhijie sat next to Ye Nanfeng, with a look of embarrassment and whispered, "Brother Feng, this thing looks fake at first glance. It's very embarrassing to bid for it, why not forget it?

You don’t have to save money for me. You can just bid for the auction if you have a price of tens of millions later!”

"Who said this is fake?"

Ye Nanfeng stared at the bronze ancient tripod on the exhibition stand and frowned slightly.

He has been fond of reading since he was a child and often stays in the Ye family's library for a day. He reads a lot of books, has a huge amount of knowledge and has a wide range of knowledge.

For example, he saw it from an ancient book in the Library.

He is familiar with the books and treasure appraisal records of antiques.

I saw through Tan Qing’s blue and white porcelain at first sight, but I just rely on the treasures to record them.

Now this ancient bronze tripod has mottled rust, but it looks extremely loose, as if it will fall off when the wind blows.

If it rusts naturally, that's not the case.

Except for someone who does it on purpose, there must be a different world behind the rust.

"This bronze ancient tripod seems worthless, but it is actually worthless."

After some careful examination, Ye Nanfeng said seriously.

"Haha! This is the funnyest joke of the year! I bought a spittoon and regarded it as a treasure! I was so laughing to death!"

Seeing Ye Nanfeng determined to take a picture of the ancient bronze tripod, Xu Huai and Mu Dao Ren laughed so hard that their stomachs hurt, and the ridiculous expression on their faces was undoubtedly revealed.

"Forget it! Since Doctor Ye is so sensible! A gentleman doesn't take advantage of others! I won't participate in the auction! I will give this spittoon to Doctor Ye! Haha!"

Tang Fengyun pretended to be generous and laughed, and was in a very happy mood.

It was too cheap for Ye Nanfeng to explode and die within seven days. It was too cheap for him. At this time, Ye Nanfeng became a laughing stock, which became the last revenge of Tang Fengyun and the other two.

Everyone was not optimistic about the bronze ancient tripod, and Tang Fengyun and others were so arrogant that they made Ye Nanfeng even more unpopular.

In the end, no one bid for the auction, and Ye Nanfeng successfully won the bronze ancient tripod.

When the waiter delivered the bronze cauldron to Ye Nanfeng, Tang Fengyun and the other two watched the body up close, and the sarcasm and laughter in their eyes became stronger.

"What a stupid x, spending one million to buy trash!"
Chapter completed!